Abigail The air in the lodge felt thick, like something was being kept unsaid. Mom was pacing, frustrated, with Dad in the kitchen and I could feel the tension all the way down the hall. Something was wrong—more than just the cold outside.Since Mom and Owen came back from the brink, things had bee
I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know what to feel. There was this aching sadness deep inside of me that I couldn’t explain, but it was there, gnawing at my insides.All I wanted was for everything to go right, to have just one thing go according to plan. Instead, I was running away from the only
LaurenI stood in an empty, dark field, the silence thick, suffocating. In the distance, I saw Owen and Abigail, their voices fading the further I ran. The ground seemed to swallow my every step, and no matter how fast I moved, they slipped further away.Then, Alexander appeared, but his face was co
Owen’s claws were out, only… now Abigail’s were too.There eyes flicked up at the sound of our footsteps, and the pitying look he gave me made my stomach turn.Abigail’s claws instantly retracted, “Mommy?”“What are you doing here?” I demanded, my voice tight with both confusion and fury. “Get over
LaurenThe plane hums gently beneath us, a constant low vibration that lulls my tense muscles, but the restlessness in my chest refuses to fade. The world outside the window is a blur of clouds, white and endless, stretching into infinity. It’s a view I should be able to appreciate—one that should
He exhales a slow breath, his gaze unwavering. “You couldn’t have. Your family kept their secrets buried. That’s why it’s so dangerous. Someone’s going to want our kids, and they’ll stop at nothing to get them. That’s all that matters now. How we can do right by them.”I nod again, but the uncertain
LaurenThe fluorescent lights of the hospital buzzed softly, a sound I usually drowned out in the chaos of my shifts. But tonight, it was all I could hear.The rhythm of my heartbeat, steady yet troubled, echoed in my ears as I sat hunched over my desk, staring at the blank page in front of me. My m
Lauren My office smelled of old books and ink, the air thick with something unspoken as Liam leaned against the desk, just a little too close. I should’ve expected it from him—he had a habit of ignoring personal space, especially when he thought he had the upper hand.“What do you mean?” I bristled
Owen’s face darkened, and I could see the conflict brewing in his chest, muttering. “Redhead…”It was like a boiling pot on the verge of overflowing.“Shut up, Theo,” he spat, his voice cracking with frustration. “You’re full of it. You think I’m going to let you anywhere near Abigail again? I’ll—”
TheoThe woods crackled around me as I sprinted through, paws slipping on mud and rotting leaves, the air thick with pine and damp earth. My legs burned, muscles aching, but I couldn’t slow down. Couldn’t afford to.I knew I was being hunted. Heard the howls—Alexander’s guard wolves, technically—clo
“Crap…” I muttered under my breath. “What a pain…”The situation had just gone from bad to worse.Mark didn’t look happy to be here. His eyes darted around, still wide with confusion, his lips parted slightly as though he was trying to piece together where exactly he had ended up. But it wasn’t just
TheoThe cell door creaked open, its rusty hinges groaning like the bones of an old man.My body screamed in protest as I pushed myself to my feet, every muscle aching, every bruise a reminder of the last few days. The cold air hit my face as the guards dragged me out, their laughter ringing in my e
The room went completely still. Mom’s voice barely heard as she whispered, “Abigail…”My heart stopped. My blood ran cold. I could feel my face going pale, my breath catching in my throat. He hadn’t just said that. He couldn’t have.I pushed back from the table, fury flooding my chest. “Yeah, I’ve b
AbigailDinner was a war zone of silence.The only sounds were the clinking of cutlery against plates, the occasional scrape of a chair being pushed back. And with every passing second, the tension in the room grew, like a pressure cooker about to blow its lid.Owen and I sat at opposite ends of the
He pick up a tea pot, examining it, completely unbothered. “I could give you everything back. Everything you lost. The status, the power, the wealth. I’m sure you miss it. I can offer you everything you lost. Status. Power. The world that should’ve been yours.”I straightened before letitng out a sc
SophiaIt was one of those night, the ones where everything felt like it was still. The cabin was quiet, save for the gentle crackling of the fire. I had a mug of tea in hand, the warmth seeping into my fingers as I stared out at the barren trees.My cheeks were still cool from my tears, but I had c
I didn’t even try to hide it. Why bother? He was by the pond, chopping wood like it was a hobby, not a chore. Sunlight danced on the water, turning everything a little less ugly—or maybe I was just getting used to it. The cabin. The earthy smell. The life I was forced to engage with.For a moment, I